“She is!” he yelled, the polished veneer cracking. “This is a setup! This is personal revenge because our marriage died!”

“Revenge?” Marcus interrupted, adjusting his glasses. “No. This audit opened three weeks ago, when our algorithms caught your embezzlement. The warrant was signed Tuesday.

Tonight simply put every one of your devices in one building at one time.” He turned a page. “Speaking of which…”

The main screens flashed again. The financial documents vanished, replaced by a live security feed from the building’s basement server room.

The crowd gasped.

On the screen was Chloe — drenched in sweat, mascara smeared, frantically typing at a terminal, trying to wipe the mainframes. A smaller window showed a livestream of her monitor: a giant red ACCESS DENIED — STERLING CYBERSECURITY flashing over her attempts to delete folders labeled Vance_Divorce_Setup.